Jonah worked in and out of me in slow, deep thrusts. “You okay, baby?”

  “I’m okay.”

  He just nodded, swiveled his hips, and sank further inside of me, again and again. Every thrust he fed me was punctuated by the wet sound of my pussy wrapping around him.

  He felt so good, he could’ve fucked me right through this mattress without a single complaint from me. But Jonah took his time, steadily increasing the pace until I shattered around his dick and came for the third time tonight.

  Jonah watched it all with a possessive gleam in his eye. “Look how pretty you are coming on your dick.”

  For the first time, I didn’t think a man was talking just to talk. The genuine adoration on his face told me everything I needed to know. He meant every word.

  Jonah fucked me through every convulsion, sensually sucking my tongue with his in a kiss that stole my breath while the rest of me shook.

  I was no more good, but he still wasn’t done. And I didn’t want him to be. I wanted this for as long as he could give it to me.

  Locking my legs around his waist, I stared up into his stormy eyes and whispered, “You feel so good.”

  “Yea?”

  “Y-yes,” I sobbed as he fucked me harder now, using my words as fuel.

  “How good, baby?”

  “So g—fuck,” I sobbed when he angled his hips and purposefully pressed against my G-spot with a series of deep strokes.

  His thumbs brushed away tears I didn’t know were falling as he pushed his hips forward and froze.

  “Where do you want this cum, baby?” His voice was hoarse, and I knew it was taking everything in him not to erupt inside of me. I could see it in the way he was breathing and the vein popping out at his temple.

  Inside of me.

  Bitch, are you thinking right now? I shook the voice away and answered, “On my stomach.”

  He gave me a jerky nod, thrust into me one last time, then pulled out just in time to spray his completion all over my tummy.

  Cum spurted out of him in hot ropes.

  Jonah fisted his dick and lazily stroked out the last of his nut before he immediately dropped down and buried his face in my pussy.

  “Jonah!” I cried out, succumbing to the pleasure his mouth evoked. His tongue felt as good as every other part of him.

  He kissed my lips and then my clit unhurriedly, like the goal wasn’t to make me come. He just wanted to enjoy the taste of me, and it set everything in me on fire.

  Never in my twenty-eight years had I been fucked so thoroughly, just to end up wanting more.

  I was tired as hell. And I knew I would be sore in the morning, but that didn’t stop me from wanting more.

  Jonah could have everything I had to give.

  Week five still

  10. JONAH

  “Let’s get cleaned up,” I murmured against the side of Ericka’s face after lying beside her in silence for ten minutes.

  Her breathing had started to even out, and I knew sleep would claim her soon if I didn’t act fast.

  “Jonah, you’re bugging if you think I can walk right now.”

  Sliding off the bed, I easily scooped her up in my arms. “Who said anything about walking?”

  Instinctively, her arms looped around my neck while I made the short walk to her en suite. I grabbed a hand towel and placed it on the counter before setting her on top of that. When I knew she was secure at the edge of her counter, I grabbed another towel and soaked it with lukewarm water before I started cleaning her up.

  I wiped my nut from her stomach reluctantly. “My cum looks so fucking good on you, baby.”

  Ericka peered at me with hooded eyes before her gaze dropped between us. I had no doubt that she had planned to check her stomach for my marking, but then her eyes snagged on my dick bobbing between us.

  Already semi-erect, it strained in her direction and hardened even more when she bit her lip.

  “Don’t start, E.”

  “I’m not starting anything,” she answered distractedly before she reached out and stroked me.

  Her fingers barely met as she wrapped them around the thickest part of me, and I hissed, dropping the washcloth into the sink.

  “Fuck, Ericka.”

  “Kiss me,” she demanded.

  That kiss led to ten more, and before I knew it, my hands were roughly massaging her breasts while she moaned against my lips.

  “I want you again, Jonah.”

  Her legs widened so I could fill the space between them.

  “Please, J.” She scooted to the edge of the counter and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “I need you.”

  She knew exactly what she was doing when she hooked her leg around my waist and damn near pulled me into her.

  Without a word, I lifted one leg over my shoulder and locked the other one in place around my waist before I slammed into her.

  Ericka cried out before dipping her head to bite my shoulder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “You okay?” I checked in as I pulled out, ready to slam forward again.

  “Yes, yes, yes.” Her pelvis rocked back and forth, grinding into me.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I held her in place as I fucked her fast and hard. The sloppy, wet soundtrack of skin smacking skin filled the bathroom, drowning out the sound of the running faucet.

  She came on my dick twice before my strokes slowed, and I could feel my body trying to give in to another orgasm. Drawing it out, I loosened my hold on her and pumped in and out with shallow thrusts.

  Everything about the way we moved against each other was slow and sensual.

  I didn’t want it to end because I didn’t want to pull out of her. I wanted her wrapped around me, milking me just like this forever.

  “You’re so fucking pretty, Ericka.”

  Her lips were swollen, her mascara was running, and her neat ponytail was barely holding on. But she’d never looked as good to me as she did right now.

  Maybe it was knowing that I was the one who’d made a pretty mess of her. Or maybe it was the fact that she looked fucking perfect to me all the time anyway.

  “So fucking pretty and so fucking perfect.” My hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled her face closer to mine. “This perfect pussy feels so good on my dick. Like it was made for me.”

  Ericka’s tongue found mine and snaked around it. Our kisses were more urgent than our lovemaking and I was okay with that. I was okay with anything she gave me.

  “Was it made for me, baby?”

  I stopped fucking her and reached down to drag her hips forward instead, moving her back and forth on my dick while her tits bounced, and she let out cries that told me not to stop. “Tell me this pretty pussy was made for me.”

  Then I reached down and let my thumb graze her sensitive nub, swearing at the way she tightened all around me from the stimulation.

  “Yes, oh fuck, Jonah. It was made for you.” Her sentence finished on a sob and it was all she could do to keep her forehead pressed against mine. She looked like she was about to cry, and fuck if that didn’t make me harder.

  “You feel so good.”

  We moaned those four words in unison, and I paused to smile against her lips.

  “Please don’t stop,” Ericka hissed. “Jonah, please.”

  Shit. How could I deny her when she sounded so good begging me?

  “I can’t believe I’m finally inside of you,” I breathed as I started moving again. She was already so drenched that I moved in and out of her easily. “You wanna come for me again, baby?”

  Ericka nodded quickly, a desperate frown scrunching her features. “I wanna come for you, Jonah. Please let me come for you.”

  I almost came on the spot at her throaty plea. There was something to be said about a woman who could bring me to my knees with a few words. I was ready to give her everything off those two sentences alone.

  Sinking in her to the hilt, I let my pelvis crash against hers before pulling all the way out, repeating the same stroke until her breath hitched and her nails clawed at my back. I’d lost count of what orgasm this was for her, but it didn’t hit her as hard as the previous ones. She whimpered against my chest, stilled completely, then shook softly on the counter as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

  Watching her climax only heightened my need to come, and I pushed myself forward three more times before I pulled out and let my dick stand between us.

  “Where do you want this cum, baby?” I asked, already jerking my palm along the base, coaxing my nut slowly to the surface.

  “Here,” Ericka panted, dropping a hand against her pussy. “I want you to come on my pussy, baby. Please.”

  All I needed to hear was the word baby and I was done.

  I came harder than the first time, completely covering her mound with my cum.

  Trying to catch my breath, I kissed her temple and took a step back. I needed to get my shit together so I could get us in the shower and then in the bed.

  But then Ericka reached down, ran her index finger through my cum, and pushed it over her clit. All the air in my lungs evaporated as I watched her drag another finger into the mix and scissor her clit with my cum.

  Unable to keep my hands off of her, I yanked her head forward and forced our lips to meet yet again.

  Ericka rubbed her clit until she bit down on my lip, then pulled away with glassy eyes and a shy smile.

  “This has never happened to me,” she confessed.

  “What?”

  “This insatiable feeling?” She posed it as a question, proof that it was a foreign concept to her. “I feel like every orgasm you give me makes me crave ten more.”

  I didn’t think I could be more obsessed with this woman, and then she said something like that and proved I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.

  “I’ll give you ten more.” I picked her up off the counter. “Hell, I’ll give you a hundred more if you tell me you’re mine every time.”

  “I thought I already agreed to that?” She cocked her head and stared at me with amusement.

  “You did. And I still want to hear it.”

  “Okay,” she conceded breathlessly.

  “That’s my girl.” I kissed her forehead. “Every.” Then the bridge of her nose. “Single.” And finally, my lips brushed the tempting hollow of her neck. “Time.”

  Week six

  11. ERICKA

  Devyn: Can you PLEASE come over so I can clean my house?

  That was the text that finally got me out of the house. After a week of being wrapped up in Jonah, I put on real clothes and drove to West Palm so Devyn could use me as a body double.

  “Well, aren’t you just glowing?” she noted as soon as she opened the door. “Come in.”

  Stepping over a pile of old magazines, I made my way to her kitchen for a can of kombucha.

  “Where have you been all week?”

  “With Jonah,” I said casually.

  “Yea, I know that. But—wait.”

  Grinning, I spun around to face her as she pulled to a stop at the center island.

  “Did you…?”

  “Yup.”

  “With him?”

  “Yup again.”

  “When?”

  I pretended to look down at my Apple Watch for the date. “Every day for the last six days.”

  Devyn couldn’t hide her amusement and shook her head at me. “This means I won the bet. You owe me five dollars. I accept all major credit cards and Apple Pay.”

  “Devy, shut up!” I laughed. “I never agreed to a bet. You did that all on your own.”

  Folding her arms across her chest, she conceded. “Fine. But I definitely had a bet going with your brother. And I won that one, too.”

  “You and my brother made a bet about when I would sleep with Jonah?” I asked on an appalled whisper.

  “Eww, no.” Devyn gave a fierce shake of her head. “Just about when y’all would finally stop acting like there was nothing there. But he said it’d already been years so he didn’t believe me when I said y’all would snap in a week or two.”

  “Damn shame,” I mumbled, popping the top on the kombucha. I could always count on Devyn to have my favorite flavor, raspberry lemonade, because it was her favorite too.

  “I don’t even know what questions to ask you right now, but best believe once I calm down, I’m coming to you with my list.”

  Excitement glowed in her eyes as she gave a little clap and finally got to work on cleaning her apartment. I looked around the small space and wondered what I always did when I came here.

  “You have the money, why don’t you hire someone?”

  She stopped what she was doing and glared at me like I’d cursed her and her whole bloodline.

  “I don’t like people in my house,” she scoffed, dumping a huge basket of laundry onto her sofa. “Besides, this place is small enough to clean on my own. When I actually stick to my schedule,” she added lowly.

  “Are you moving in with my brother any time soon?”

  Again she paused in her pursuit of finding all the matching socks. “Did he tell you to ask me that?”

  “No,” I answered truthfully, but the vexed expression on her face made me tilt my head. “Sore spot?”

  “Kinda.”

  “We don’t have to talk about it.”

  “No, it’s fine. Derrick didn’t do anything.” She returned to her task and spared me a shrug. “I don’t know. Of course, he wants me to live with him. Says we have more room there and I already spend most of my time there anyway. But…it feels like I just moved out. After everything…I think mentally, my mind doesn’t feel like I’ve had enough time to be independent.”

  “That’s fair.” I took another sip of kombucha, letting the bubbles settle on my tongue before I swallowed. “I support whatever you want to do.”

  After a series of fucked-up events with one of her ex-situationships, Devyn ended up living with my brother full-time. He was only her bodyguard at the time, but even after my brother killed the man, Devyn stayed at his penthouse for months before she felt safe being on her own again.

  I’d never been in her shoes but could imagine having a similar reaction. She’d been so hard on herself in the aftermath; meanwhile, my brother had been eating it up. He loved having her up under him at all times. Watching him melt for her was still something I wasn’t used to. She had him wrapped around her finger and he wasn’t even fighting back.

  “Do you want to grab some lunch after this?” Devyn posed from across the apartment.

  It was only nine a.m., but from the amount of stuff littering her floors, I knew it would be lunch before she put a dent in it. So, I nodded. Then I grabbed my phone and pulled up my favorite game while she went to work.

  ◆◆◆

  “Are you excited to go back to work next week?” Devyn asked me after cutting into her steak.

  My brother had this woman out here ordering tomahawks every chance she got now, and I couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at my lips. She was turning into a mirror of him, and it was so damn cute I couldn’t even be mad at it.

  “I don’t know about excited. But I’m excited to have some structure back in my day.”

  “Hm,” she hummed around a mouthful of food.

  “Don’t get me wrong. I’m always happy to help patients and do my job, but the nurses in that department can be…a lot.”

  After only a year at this hospital, I was getting accolades that some nurses ten or fifteen years into their career felt like they deserved, and their welcoming energy turned bitchy real quick. I wasn’t someone who needed to make friends with my coworkers, but I did expect everyone to act like adults while we did what we were paid to do.

  Apparently, that was asking for too much.

  The snide remarks got tired, and so did the purposeful way they tried to make things harder for me on the floor.

  Even when it came out that I was taking leave, they had something slick to say.

  “Must be nice to just up and leave when you’re having a bad day.”

  “I would do it too if my big brother was footing the bill for everything.”

  “I will fuck them up for bothering you,” Devyn surmised, making use of the whipped butter on the side of her plate.

  “Devyn, I love you, but the only thing you can fuck up is a dance floor.”

  “Your brother taught me self-defense!” she shouted, offended. “Remember?”

  Shoot, I did forget about that. At any rate, she wasn’t coming anywhere near the hospital. The last thing I needed was to give them more ammo to say that I let other people fight my battles.

  “Don’t let those bitter people infect you.”

  “I won’t. It was just a lot right after Aaron dumped me. I put up with it for months, then something just snapped, and I couldn’t anymore. I couldn’t do anything anymore.” Memories of that numbness still haunted me.

  “And I’m proud of you for taking a break when you needed it.”

  I averted my eyes and focused on the Cobb salad in front of me.

  “Oh my god,” she huffed. “What is up with you and your brother not accepting compliments?”

  “It’s not built into our DNA. Thank my mom,” I offered dryly.

  Devyn’s brow lifted at that, and she bit back whatever she was about to say.

  “I’m still proud of you.” She dropped her utensils and regarded me seriously. “I know you think you’re getting rid of me if me and Derrick don’t work out, but I’m here to tell you you’re stuck with me. For life.”

  We spent the rest of the lunch talking about anything that crossed our minds. I loved that I could hop from subject to subject with her and she wouldn’t miss a beat. By the time we parted ways in the restaurant’s parking lot, a grin was fixed on my face. I was happy I’d let her pull me away for this because I needed it more than I knew.

  ◆◆◆

  Jalen pivoted away from the door and turned to me. “He’s ready for you, Ms. Smith.”

  Then he retreated down the narrow hallway that led to the front of Tactical Edge.

  Pushing the door open, I stepped inside and immediately paused with my back to the closed door.

 

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